He lunged to his feet, ready to attack Natalie.
Two officers moved to restrain him, but Maxwell, blinded by rage, had completely forgotten where he was.
He threw a punch at the officer on his left.
Then he kicked the officer on his right squarely in the side, the force of his anger making the blows vicious.
Both officers crumpled to the ground in pain, unable to get up.
Before Maxwell could even touch Natalie, several more officers swarmed in and pinned him down for assaulting the police.
Natalie's eyes glinted with calculation. She knew how to manipulate people too, how to turn their own strengths against them.
By using Maxwell's violent temper, she'd just added assaulting an officer—a sentence of up to three years—to his charges.
When Maxwell saw the calculating smile in her eyes, he instantly understood why she had provoked him.
But the realization came too late.
Natalie had intentionally set him up, adding another crime to his record.
With this on top of attempted murder, he was facing at least three years in prison. There was no avoiding it now.
"Natalie, I'm going to kill you one day!" he screamed, completely breaking down.
Natalie watched him with a steady gaze, her fiery red lips curling into a faint, devastatingly beautiful smile. She spoke, her voice light and ethereal, "Mr. Spencer, I know your family is wealthy, but even money can't give you the right to treat other people's lives as if they're worthless."
For years, Maxwell had been running with a gang of thugs.
They all called him 'Boss.'
Besides mastering the arts of eating, drinking, and partying, their main hobbies were gambling and women.
"Natalie, you..."
But Natalie just turned and walked away with an elegant grace.
But now, feeling it herself, she knew it was entirely possible.
Natalie watched Delia tremble with rage, her own eyes filled with an icy light. Women like her always believed they were superior. They had never worried about money, buying whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
In their eyes, people without status or background were nothing more than ants.
And yet, some people would never learn to stop, no matter how steep the price.
Natalie straightened her back and walked past Delia.
Delia snapped back to reality, realizing she couldn't act rashly toward Natalie. She took a deep breath, suppressing her murderous rage, and forced a strained smile.
"Natalie, please turn off the live stream first. I'm not going to threaten you. Let's sit down and talk properly."
"Natalie, let's leave a little room for civility so we can meet again in the future. Just turn off the live stream, and we can go talk somewhere else."
Natalie refused calmly. "Ma'am, whatever you have to say, please direct it to my lawyer."

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